White Dwarf
We are all here temporary
And a cup of yours is
for a matter of time
Until you break it
And all of this
imperfect
And the bones easily
break
Just like a cup
Indestructible -
perfect
Parasitical array
Nefarious
reproduction
In the pursuit of
lasting
False observation
Both past and future
(The second will also
not prolong forever)
From order to
disorder
Unconscionably,
relentlessly
Stop - the red dot.
There must be something endless
Some kind of the
abstract
Fantastic and elastic
For a happy ending,
At least
Perhaps this
little" something"
Somewhere inside the
depths?
Inside of that what
easily
What easily can break
Perhaps it’s sugar,
milk, or honey pot
Or lemon, or that
bloody sweetener
Although the fluid is
too hot
Too hot to make it
infinite
Your something’s immaterial
It’s independent,
blatantly existing,
Beyond the words and
stroking
The answer infantile
and dreamily unacceptable, misplaced.
Why do you want to last so long?
Why do you give a shit what happens after all?
Just drink from the cup of yours,
With pleasure, surely
slurping
Until it breaks apart, until it’s gone, while it is full, while
it is yours.
(Azlanova indeed)
